Launch Day Blitz & GIVEAWAY: ABANDONED by Rhonda Pollero

Jun 4, 2017

There is nothing more dangerous than desire…

Emma McKinley is a bright young lawyer with a very dark secret: She’s the daughter of an assassin. Twenty years ago, her father shot and killed the president and Emma has been desperate to understand why ever since. She’s changed her name, moved around…but the past keeps hunting her down. First came an irresistible job offer, luring her back where the assassination occurred. And now Emma is receiving mysterious newspaper clippings about the shooting as a terrible reminder—and a deadly threat…

Sheriff Conner Kavanaugh has been burned before. But from the moment he meets Emma, there’s something about her he can’t resist. Something is haunting her—that much is clear. And as the threats against her mount, he’ll do anything to protect her and win her trust. If the past doesn’t catch up to them first.

A week had
passed since Emma had last seen Conner. Well, that wasn’t exactly true: They’d
passed one another at the courthouse a few times but he’d done little more than
tip his hat in her direction.

Of course she
couldn’t decipher a hat tip. Did that mean great kiss or that kiss
was so bad I’ve decided to join the clergy? Still, she understood avoidance
and Conner was definitely avoiding her. And she was returning the favor. Emma
stayed late at the office every night, ensuring she’d miss Conner when he came
to pick up Sam after her tutoring sessions.

She sighed
heavily and went back to the pile of folders on her desk. Thanks to the long
hours, she was completely caught up and was considering going out for a bite for
dinner when she heard a noise.

Looking up, she
saw Conner standing in her doorway. Hatless, he wore his uniform and a broad
grin. “Evening,” he greeted her.

“Hi.” It
suddenly seemed difficult for her to breathe normally, so the word came out
sounding sultry and embarrassingly alluring.

His answer
started with a sexy half-smile. “I’m here on a mission.”

“Mumm-humm.”
She didn’t trust her voice. Not when he looked so good in his uniform. “I’m
supposed to take you out to dinner.”

She took her
purse and briefcase out of the bottom drawer of her desk, then took another
minute to freshen her lipstick. “Stella’s or the rib place—which makes an
amazing Cobb salad.”

He chuckled.
“Who orders a salad from a rib joint?” He shifted his weight to one leg and
leaned into the jam. “There’s a decent seafood place two counties over. Game?”

She tilted her
head. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I never used
the word ‘date.’”

“But what you
described sure sounds like a date.”

He sighed.
“Okay, yes. I’m inviting you to dinner.”

“See? Was that
so hard?” Emma asked smugly. She stood and gathered her purse and her
briefcase.

“Actually,
yes.”

*
* *

She went to
pass him and he grabbed her arm. She looked up and their eyes locked. Then ever
so slowly, he dipped his head and brushed his warm lips against hers. He could
feel her tense at first, then relax as he deepened the kiss. It was a good
thing he’d wrapped his arms around her because she relaxed in his grip.

He could feel
the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her blouse; he could feel the
contours of her waist before his hand moved lower and gave her firm butt a
gentle squeeze. His tongue sparred with hers and he could taste her uneven
breathing. Conner had expected a reaction, but not to this degree. Knowing how
much she wanted him stroked his ego, among other things.

But then he
allowed his past to creep in. His first wife, Lisa, had kept up the pretext of
their marriage all while she was having an affair with her boss. He didn’t know
enough about Emma to even think about trusting her yet.

He gently set
her away and smiled down at her flustered face. “This could get addictive,” he
said, reluctantly dropping his hands to his sides.

“Yes...well...What
about dinner?” Emma glanced down at her wrist. “It’s after nine.”

“We can make
it. Shrimpers stays open until eleven.”

“And no one
will see us there?” she asked.

He shook his
head and his smile broadened. “Don’t worry. No wagging tongues will know I took
the new girl to dinner.”

“New girl?” she
repeated, lips pursed.

He shrugged.
“It’s not a terrible nickname.”

“What about
calling me by my name?”

“What’s the fun
in that? We’ll take my car,” he said as they approached the elevator.

“Won’t someone
see us?”

“Most of Purdue
rolls up for the night by nine.”

About the Author

After selling her first romantic suspense in 1993, Rhonda Pollero has penned more than 30 novels, won numerous awards and nominations, and landed on multiple bestseller lists, including USA Today, Bookscan, and Ingram’s Top 50 List. She lives in south Florida with her family.

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